you've always been my favourite time of the year. Even when I was younger I loved you more than any other season. I've never been somebody who really liked the summer. And although I've always liked the spring and enjoyed the winter – as long as it was a true winter with snow and not one of those muddy, kind of gross winters – you have always been the season for me.
Once there was a small village in the middle of nowhere. It was a dull and grey village in which not many people lived. But those who did didn't truly enjoy their lives there. And yet, there was no way for them to escape it for the village was surrounded by a dark and thick fog. Nobody dared to touch the fog or enter it, because those human beings who did were lost and trapped inside of it forever. The people of the small village lived their lives in fear of the fog and stayed as far away from it as they could. That is, until an elderly man made a life changing decision.
The old man from room 125 had been one of the hospitals patients for almost a year now. When he was brought in, he seemed impolite and angry and somewhat ungrateful. They told us that he was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer about eight months earlier. While most other people would have complained about their disease and all the struggles and pains connected to it, this particular old man didn’t. He complained about many other things – like some of the doctors or some of the other nurses – but he avoided mentioning the real reason why he was brought to our little hospital. At least he did so in front of me. Weirdly enough, I was the only person in the hospital, the only nurse who got along with the old man from room 125. Although we were friendly towards each other and occasionally enjoyed the company, we weren’t exactly friends. Or that’s at least what I thought until one beautiful day in October.
It was a day like any other. I woke up before the sun even started to rise and listened to the sounds of the rustling leaves and the few animals which were awake in the forest surrounding my house. As I lay there I already planned my day. First I would go into the forest and to the lake where I would take as many pictures of the sunrise as I could. The moment the sun would have completely risen, I would go back to my house, finish my latest painting and head into town. There I would sell it to one of the shop owners before I would go back to my life on the edge of the forest. The day would be like any other day.